Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.